We used to have hand painted place cards for everyone. But the boyfriends and girlfriends have come and gone over the years and even though we used to just paint over the old cards (“Welcome to our home! We know you’re name isn’t Bob but Bill is close enough so sit here!”) enough is enough. It was time for new place cards.
My mother, being a florist by trade, decided to go all out with edible place cards.
She then decided to mount them on miniature easels made from Canthus grass.
Here are the results: (Alas, they’re a bit out of order because WordPress has just changed their photo uploading system and it’s pissing me off…)